continued from hereHe's mildly embarrassed to have trouble getting up. It's surprising what daily activities one's abdominal muscles are involved with. But he manages it and trudges after Harvestman to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes before slumping down on the bed. As a means of maybe changing the subject, he pulls up his shirt to stare down at ( Read more... )

In Harvestman's motel room, Leander's heart rate momentarily climbed before settling again. He wished he'd brought something to drink with them, but that hardly struck him as appropriate. They were talking. They were actually having a conversation for once, one that ostensibly didn't begin or end in bed, or with one of them storming off ( Read more... )